RE: Goodbye Silvia
05-12-2017, 05:02 AM
You push the door open. Three smaller-than-orcs scatter across the room as you step inside. One of them is chattering more of that sing-song. She looks angry and afraid. Every orc is afraid of you, because you are bigger and stronger than they are. You wonder if they have any food.
There are only three rooms in this shelter. You walk into another one and find some salted fish hanging from a beam on the ceiling. You pull them into your mouth and eat them.
Something sharp goes into your back. You look behind you and see the angry small orc who was chattering at you, holding a bloody hatchet. You feel your back and notice the wet hole where the small orc struck you.
How does this aggression make you feel?
There are only three rooms in this shelter. You walk into another one and find some salted fish hanging from a beam on the ceiling. You pull them into your mouth and eat them.
Something sharp goes into your back. You look behind you and see the angry small orc who was chattering at you, holding a bloody hatchet. You feel your back and notice the wet hole where the small orc struck you.
How does this aggression make you feel?